The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 607 - 471 Black Knight’s Secret Mission_2

Chapter 607: Chapter 471 Black Knight’s Secret Mission_2

Rand Kingdom, Royal Palace.

Rania slightly furrowed her brow as she listened to the report from below.

"Have not those Green Skins already been cleaned up and expelled?"

The forces that worshiped the "Sea God" in the Wasteland Port had long been expelled; even those Green Skins who remained within the borders of the Rand Kingdom had been chased and killed to extinction, with the remaining few fleeing to the Great Frozen Land, hiding in a place bitterly cold and almost devoid of resources.

The Rand Kingdom still mainly followed the Tri-God Faith, but due to Lind, worship of the Lady of the Night was also permitted, including Renzo’s Mad Secret Overlord.

"There’s also Archbishop Renzo." Another person reported, "Archbishop Renzo said that the Mad Secret Overlord has awakened, and he might be unable to resist the Dominus’s strong will."

Deities’ presence could remain possible anywhere in the world.

"What about the Black Marsh Kingdom?"

"There are various small faiths claiming they have heard the call, and even some of the Undead have begun to join them willingly."

Rania raised her hand and gently massaged her brow, trying to prevent deep wrinkles from settling due to frequent frowning.

The Undead’s pursuit of power was innate, as was their desire for battle and strife. Now, with faiths sprouting like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, if it had been before the Ring of Magic was shattered, it would certainly have ignited a religious war.

Too many faiths are not a good thing for a ruler.

Compared to the headaches of lords around the world, the Undead were instead getting excited.

Finally, the update was here!

Major talk shows and strategy programs immediately started organizing, summarizing the powers that various regions and religions could bring, the influences on outward appearances, and putting together strategies right away.

Having dozens, even hundreds of faiths on a continent was perfectly normal, like when Lind acquired the "Lion Emblem" pathway of the Lion Knight, which could at most be raised to the level of a Great Knight. However, religious power coming from a Demon Beast could also form its own religion by acquiring the Crest Power.

Without restrictions, hundreds of religious faiths could not be stopped.

...

Black Knight’s Underground Tomb.

Lind briefly checked the actions of the Magic Land Undead. They were currently keen on exploring new maps and collecting Beast Resonance, so there were no issues, but some complained about being unable to conquer the dungeon of the Black Knight, feeling regretful.

Some believed that Magic Land must be the final map of version 2.0. Since they were already there, why not take advantage of the new map to rapidly enhance their advantages, instead of running back to Newbie Village to compete with rookies for resources.

The business of the underground city in the Great Tomb was more outrageous than Lind had imagined. As an equipment supplier, his costs were actually very low.

The Undead wanted equipment but had to participate in lotteries. They might be drawing blindly, but the prizes were put in by Lind with his eyes wide open, ensuring completely secure profits.

If, hypothetically, the Black Knight’s ecosystem consisted of the underground tomb, with the Black Knight at the top of the food chain where everyone inevitably had to transfer benefits to him, then the developer Undead filled the middle ranks, their popularity and profitability in their own "Underground City" determining their ranking—the hotter the more they earned.

The lowest tier of the food chain was the opposing foreign Undead. Unable to generate profit, they could only sell various resources from their own countries.

Moreover, since they did not join any forces, they had no eligibility for the lottery. Wanting weapons and equipment, they could only see what sort of equipment exchange tags were placed in the treasure chests of each dungeon, and then obtain the equipment by clearing the dungeons. Essentially, equipment Lind didn’t want was discarded into the prize pool for the Undead to draw, and after drawing, the unwanted items were placed back into treasure chests for the opposing Undead to claim.

The official forum was quite interesting, especially for the nations on the Enstad Continent. Small groups of Undead were eager to attack the Black Knight’s Underground Tomb, whereas the Undead of the Great Tomb really did not want to leave; they just wanted to properly run their dungeon, earn money, and go to the lottery.

"Indeed, some have already started offering their faith to other deities."

The grand competition for followers was happening anyway.

Lind needed the Undead, just as other deities needed the Undead. Whether they had awakened due to "official" reasons was uncertain; Lind was more inclined to believe it was influence, rather than the direct use of some mighty power that awakened all the deities of the three continents.

"I may not be their only enemy."

Deities among themselves could hardly be expected to get along, of that he was certain.

"But I am definitely the biggest enemy, and it’s very likely that those Evil Gods might temporarily set aside their hatred to join forces against me."

Lind turned to the Beastmaster.

The other had said that gods in the vicinity were gradually awakening, and this war had become inevitable.

"It’s time to assign tasks to the Undead."

He needed to mobilize the enthusiasm of the Undead.

...

Silver Wolf once again arrived at the Black Knight’s underground tomb, having spent all the money he previously made from mining and gathering materials.

Tickets to the better dungeons were too expensive, but he coveted the equipment within so much that he gritted his teeth and entered. He had always been among the top tier of the Undead in the Salt Alkali Plain, so he usually won more than he lost when playing dungeons.

The reason he could return so quickly wasn’t that he had mined the materials—given the distance, it would not be possible to ride back and forth on a mount in such a short time.

But lucky for Silver Wolf, just after transforming himself into a minimal form, and equipping an elite magic prosthetic, he encountered a group of Undead forcefully robbing each other in the wild.

With greatly enhanced strength, Silver Wolf easily defeated the gang. He didn’t kill them, instead, he stripped them of their equipment.

Having played the game for so long, everyone had experienced "equipment drops." When Undead died, they turned to ash and disappeared, and there was a high likelihood that their equipment wouldn’t drop.

However, there was an exception—if one forcefully removed the equipment before the Undead died, those issues disappeared. It worked every time.

This also showcased Silver Wolf’s individual combat capability. An ordinary Undead squad was no match for him; even if they were of the same level, sometimes the gap between individuals was bigger than between dogs.

After selling the equipment and making a huge profit, Silver Wolf immediately prepared to challenge the dungeon.

It couldn’t be helped—this game was addictive. True players understood other players best.

In the game, everyone was free from considerations of "bosses" and "rules" and didn’t need to worry about cost and revenue. Constructing dungeons was entirely up to their imagination, so how could the result not be fun?

"Hmm, it’s still not open."

Silver Wolf habitually glanced at the White Wolf Knight in the A-grade dungeon.

There were several videos circulating online of attempts to challenge the White Wolf Knight. Without exception, the 1V1 White Wolf Knight not only had absolute superiority in stats but also possessed combat skills beyond what any Undead could match.

If it weren’t for the Undead secretly developing many underhanded tactics, they likely wouldn’t last even one move.

"Huh?" Silver Wolf perked up, then without a second thought, he started to grab the qualification.

The S-grade Black Knight’s dungeon had opened!

Never mind whether he could beat it; just being "the first global encounter with the Black Knight’s dungeon" could generate massive traffic, and he couldn’t lose.

Silver Wolf was thrilled.

And the news of the Black Knight’s dungeon opening for an instant and then closing also began to slowly ferment.

Of course, Silver Wolf wouldn’t waste this wave of traffic and immediately changed his live stream title to "The First Global Black Knight’s Dungeon!" After changing it, he started the livestream.

The live stream room instantly filled with a massive audience.

Five thousand, ten thousand, thirty thousand, fifty thousand, one hundred thousand... the numbers grew visibly.

Nobody had ever battled the Black Knight on their turf, so everyone was excited.

Entering the Black Knight’s underground dungeon, there was a broad platform.

The Black Knight, wearing his long-horned armor and draped in a Ghost Cloak, stood there.

He simply stood there, yet exuded an overwhelming oppressive force.

Silver Wolf felt like he was facing a great enemy.

"There’s no need to defeat me," the Black Knight said without moving, "as long as you can earn my recognition, I have a task for you."